Sweet Denial

Rocco's POV

“Relax,” I murmured against her ear, my lips grazing the damp skin there. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Not again, you mean.”

“Not again,” I agreed, though the words came out heavier than I intended.

She shut her eyes, and I could see her beginning to enjoy it, her breathing evening out.

When I brought the cloth around to her front, I paused.

The elegant line of her throat.